The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd

"One Sunday when the air was crisp and razor-cut with light, I walked ankle-deep in fallen leaves all the way to Arch Street, where I came upon a Quaker meeting house of such size I paused to stare...I observed them against the red bricks, the steeple-less roof, the plain shutteredwindows, and I felt repelled."

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